Sitting there blank and vacant. You don't want to cure this amnesia. I've already ruined so much of you; laid so much to waste. And I'm just going to keep erasing. There's no chasm if you can't see the sky.
Fingertips trembling, holding your breath. 141 unread messages. The water faucet left running. The same dream again. This is why you'll never be able to quit, why you're in it for good, why you'll keep coming back to me over and over again.